Humanity
New Dirt
I finally was off the plane, and took my first step into the dirt which was mixed with gravel, the purest soil I've ever seen. I instantly felt connected to the earth, or it could have been the amount of dirt and rocks that were instantly molded into my toes that were out to the world due to my current choice of footwear. “Where did I take myself now” I said to myself, swatting away whatever bug just landed on my shoulder.
By abby ashton5 years ago in Confessions
The Crack House
The New Jack City film and different TV programs offer a clear image of a broke house. They show an unwanted structure in a destruction where individuals are grimy and lying on the floor. It implies that the individuals who smoke cocaine vanish for quite a long time and stay inside the filthy dividers of this repulsive state to climb. While that might be valid at times, that isn't the situation.
By albert bean5 years ago in Confessions
Opinions
Are you entitled to your opinion? You can have an 0pinion but you aren’t always entitled to it. Professor Patrick Stokes, Associate Professor of Philosophy at Deakin University, in an article originally posted in The Conversation, says “philosophy teachers owe it to our students to teach them how to construct and defend an argument – and to recognize when a belief has become indefensible.” That article came out in 2012 and earlier this year Stokes revisited it, stating that, “Today, it is clear that many of our politicians and commentators have never seen the inside of a philosophy classroom and the question of whether we are entitled to our opinion is more pertinent than ever before.”
By Janon5 years ago in Confessions
Pardon Me For a Moment of Your Time...
"Who's sorry now???" (Patsy Cline). "...But I think it's about (Forgiveness, Forgive..." (Don Henley) "...me, I know not what I do! Please FORGIVE ME, I..." (Bryan Adams) "...'m sorry I'm bad; I'm sorry you're blue! I'm sorry about all the things I said..." (Buckcherry). "...Too late to apologize; it's too laaaaaate!" (OneRepublic)
By Kent Brindley5 years ago in Confessions
Why Reading Is Good for You
I was shopping in my favourite bookstore - China in a Bull's Shop - when I began to wonder if it was worth my time. I had more than enough books at home that I hadn’t read and likely would not read. What was I doing there? I had to get back to work in about an hour and was distracted by the thought that I had forgotten my discount card. I had also walked to the store on my break with a sandwich and spilled lettuce and tomato all over my clothes. Wiping myself off, I passed between the double scanners, instantly setting off the alarm. After a friendly clerk looked through my knapsack and discovered my DVDs – borrowed, forgotten, and overdue – I noticed a piece of tomato which had somehow affixed itself to my groin. I suppose that was the moment when I felt that it was not worth my time. But I needed to go shopping. After all of those little incidents, I needed to take some time off for myself. A book would work, for the moment.
By Kendall Defoe 5 years ago in Confessions
Pinning Butterflies
The air conditioning in my Volkswagen Jetta sputtered volumes regarding the current state of affairs. After all of these years, it still miraculously managed to crank, but even I knew that it was on the border of just walking away from everything; much like its owner. Like all practical applications of life that sucked, we had both learned to tie the proverbial knot when we reached the end of the rope.
By Marybeth King5 years ago in Confessions
The Hole and the Thread
I don’t know the first time I did it. I just started doing it. And then I kind of couldn’t stop. I still can’t. I had already been getting up early in the morning, lighting candles, making some coffee and writing. Every morning, I wrote something bold, and perhaps even damaging to my professional reputation, because it was raw and vulnerable. I wasn’t doing it because I cared about what other people thought—what I cared about was truth. I cared about being free. I needed to cleanse and share things that had been stuffed inside me for a long, long time, and the way I did that was through writing.
By Jana Marie Rose5 years ago in Confessions
A Direction For Demons
Have you ever lived your life without inner peace? There are people out there who claim to have their demons and use them as an excuse to act the way they do. But, then, some are just the opposite—people who pretend that everything is fine. But things are not fine, and they’re just ignoring the warning signs, red flags, and their own toxic behavior.
By Mike Casey5 years ago in Confessions
